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Tomorrow is Remembrance Day in Canada, same reason to Remember as Veteran's Day in the US, and Armistice Day elsewhere, and so on, just a different title.
So many young people don't know the significance of the Day (read the words to "And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda" for those of you who don't know it by heart & word for word) and it's sad the lack of respect even some adults have for the day.
THIS video of an Eastern Canada musician basically shows / tells it all.
On the 11th hour, of the 11th day of the 11th month, Remember, please, and wear the Poppy to show people YOU know why.
God Bless all who served, and those serving right now.
Flanders Fields:
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
So many young people don't know the significance of the Day (read the words to "And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda" for those of you who don't know it by heart & word for word) and it's sad the lack of respect even some adults have for the day.
THIS video of an Eastern Canada musician basically shows / tells it all.
On the 11th hour, of the 11th day of the 11th month, Remember, please, and wear the Poppy to show people YOU know why.
God Bless all who served, and those serving right now.
Flanders Fields:
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.